ynn
f the bolt a small, satisfying sound. The room was
, my knees were a swollen, angry mess of purple an
against my skin made me hiss, but the p
e pale face, the empty eyes.
ison's voice, muffled but comma
nore
ock clicked. He'd use
kit, the kind the Pack healers used. His eyes imm
ching down, intending to
ling away from his touch. "I don't need it," I
hardened. "Don't be childish, A
d the heavy crystal lamp from the end table,
m. He stared at me, genuinely shocked. This
. His voice was low, laced with the unmista
he command woven into his words. My muscles sc
p fell from my numb fingers, la
lt again. This time, I didn't resist as he pushed aside the fabric
rm. It was a touch I had once crave
he said, his voice casual as
h things over, to decl
stared out the wind
mine. "Adalynn, we are fated mates. The Moon Goddes
as a leash, trying to
ead, my gaze locking with his. My voice was quiet,
s have the Reje
rn on his face shatter
steady, "I want to reject you
he froze. But then, he sneered, "Divor
im since I was five years old. Since then, I've been like his
spiteful, then once or twice might be acceptable.
stically, "You've even had a child with another wom
a crushing weight that made the air thick and har
d out before he
relationship between you two. And you and her daughter seem to be about four years old,
ifferent," he bit out, scrambling for
is
t their daughter
but not the woman. A
my voice laced with contempt. "You be
in my knees. I stood straight, meeting his rage with m
ker of something other than anger in his eyes. It wasn't love. It was
a low, final growl. "You belong to me. You
w the conversation was over. Without another word, I turn
, then a frustrated growl and the so
took a deep, shuddering breath. I pull
He refused. T
, what arrived before my plan
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